Who has the most sinister mind, spirt, and soul?

Season of War
( Part 1)
From my mound freshly laid
I sat and gazed upon the melancholy view
Of stone and manicured lawn  
Dappled with plastic flowers and faded ribbons fluttering in the breeze.
I pondered the trip, delayed as yet
A second plan not known to me
Till winged angel perched above
Dark with soot upon its downy descended.
Clawed soiled feet, scrape against the marble marker,
Ebony talons tighten then grip, cracking the veined gravestone.
I have come for thee,
My name dangling upon its scorched lips  
A brutal judgmental stare emanating from his avian eyes with
A coldness more intense than death itself
I lowered my eyes as tears bathed my trembling phantom feet
It scoffed and read the scroll tucked under its wing.
A servitude for your many transgressions against thy lord’s laws,
Weak faith and callous demeanor,
A loyal servant you are not
Eight centuries upon the Wailing Wall
To protect the world of the living may do you well,
The sentries must be replenished.
Earn thy place and another will come
To bestow a quest for higher ranking.
Do not hesitate, pick up thy arms
Win that which now is out of your reach.
To hells door it murmured dryly  
As an ebony feline hissed at the ghastly scene.
I shuddered as I took the sword and shield
The sheath and belt of sparkling hide.
A helmet strong yet light as a feather
Dangled in my trembling hand.
The world turned monochromatic and infinitesimal  
My mind raced with thoughts of horrors waiting
I stuttered again and the words came fumbling out
Cracked and weak they had no claim.
What of the stolen innocence suffered too long?
Does that not weigh against the lot?
I have no pardons signed for thee
Your sins are weighed and your fate is set.
Don’t question the messenger.
Upon the wind it leapt and hung
Pointing down it spoke with renewed vigor.
Guard thy weapons and harden thy resolution
Serve without question, lest ye be condemned.
All Hollows Eve is upon us,
The gates will be stormed.
Away he flew and I pondered again
The sentence leveled upon me.
The tears raced again towards my feet
I sheathed the sword and dropped the helmet.
A pleading cry emanated from within,
Animalistic it shook me to my very being.
The moment vanished in a flash of light.
On your feet, another gargoyle materialized out of the air,
A familiar voice spoke to me.
No recognition came to mind,
Relevance was of low importance.
Come he said,  
The others are waiting.  

Legion

forever shall that rotten soul be bound
in darkness
it's not as if it ever saw
anything else but death,
death and
death

a labyrinth constructed on
a never-ending path of misery
everywhere I see corpses thirsting for a reason
to be free from thousands of hungry claws
in the graveyard

stabwounds provide a narrative with a climax
consisting of pissing, fucking, preaching and
a brooding depression beyond
description

I wipe the winter from my eyes, but still
I see you rot
gallons of blood flow from my
mouth – there is no reason for the last rites
to be bound in runes

my cape hides the shame
of my past
I still feel myself inside you – forcing
every nightmare up your virgin cunt

the stench possess me
I am a faceless bastard who vomits
on your dreams

I summon chaos
I call forth fallen angels
I slit throats just for fun
I crush skulls and drown in orgasms
I stand, but am not recognised
I am the eternal downfall of the sum of all
my thoughts
I chew barbed wire
I swallow glass
I choke on the birth of sin


I am called Legion – for we are many  

I wanted to enter another one, but then I saw that it was too short.

HadesRising said:Darker, I was waiting for you to show up. And you came out swinging

I can't forsake DU. I cherish this place too much lol

I love Bathory piece! Damn.
Even though I've read them, I just sat and read them all over again just for the fun it!

I believe I'm going to post some naughty ones next

The Wicked Desires of Venom Dripping Cunts ! extreme content !

Like a moon spelled beast she howls in the night
For carnal lust in fucks of forbidden delights
To kiss the crown of the head of godless
Ringmasters of bastard sons left in death's embrace

Wicked fruits dipped in pure chocolate sin
Taste so good on forked tongues wishing to begin
She lays spread open, ready, loose but taunt
Smell of desire with her venom dripping cunt

Crucifix dripping with sin
Upon the altar she grins
In those houses of fame
Desecrating holy names
When the clock strikes midnight
The raven takes to her flight
Beneath the stars, appalling
At the bell, lust comes calling

Pure born mistress with Transylvanian grace
Setting slaves to work, the branding of the face
Marred to perfection in her twisted eyes
As moistened fingers probe gently between her thighs

She cums
Eagerly
On satin sheets
Stained and torn
She cums
Splendidly
On Satan's tip
Stained with scorn

Thirteen black candles illuminate the room
As this nightmarish creature howls at the moon
Arcane necromantics on thriving flesh
As the undead masses gather for her caress

The devil's orgasmic moaning let's loose the juice
Of forbidden fruit hanging from the noose
She sighs in satisfaction, Mistress of the Hunt
The wicked desire of venom dripping cunts

In Sinderella, Darkness Cums

 
 
From castle walls to haunted moors
Cums a fair haired beauty licking the whores
Kneeling in woods at the pentagram
Her name, in fresh blood, known across the land
 
Of all devils, she only wants one
She longs for wretched birth, give her a son
He steps through fires, deed is done
Sinderella in awe, Darkness has come
 
The wicked step-witches laid bare
With their virgin flesh spread open to tear
Sinderella let's her gown shift
And behold glass dildo, just the right fit
 
Untold splendors under the moon
All for Darkness to watch and swoon
Stiffens devil's shaft like a broom
Friction, make room
For the blood-skin devil needs to eat
Mounds of moistened meat
Under pagan-laden dooms
 
Foreplay is over, it is time
As Sinderella lays bare on dead pine
Needles strewn across the wood's floor
Awaiting the moistened flesh of the whore
 
Cloying smells, forbidden incense
Masking the scene of forbidden incest
Step-witches work their fingers as
The devil, Darkness, slips it in her ass
 
In throes, they moan under the trees
Sinderella kneels sucking on her knees
Lost in ecstasy, she gives in
From sucking to the fucking, every whim
 
When all is done, they collect the semen
Freshly pumped from the cock of the demon
They praise the pits and curse heavenly skies
With this juice they'll let loose The Anti-Christ

PHANTASMORGASMIC ! extreme content !


I can see her,
Phantasmagoric,
In the lantern’s light.
In my screams,
She takes delight.
She watches me,
Phantasmorgasmic,
Inside she twitches,
Moistened dead flesh,
Pushing against the stitches.

In lifeless throes, she takes the bone
And rams it home, by the tomes
The word of the snakes, it slakes
Thirst that bakes by the lake
Of burning flames, she plays the game,
What a shame, that she must mar
Those flawless features.

Dipping with juice, she’s so loose
Upon the noose, do you have a clue
Of horrors that taste, upon the waste
That she shakes from the gates?
Necromantic love, shunned by above,
If only use a glove to numb
The hardcore scenes.

Her sensual curves,
Sets me to burn.
Her lacerations,
Make me blow.
Every night I burn
For her return,
Still I yearn
For the turning
Of the churn.

Her necrotic flesh, my only wish
For a dish of my hunger quenched.
Tasty delight, in the night
Before she takes flight, I am quite
Surprised to see, her beyond the trees,
When she leaves me alone
In such suffering.

I can see her,
Phantasmagoric,
In the lantern’s light.
In my screams,
She takes delight.
She watches me,
Phantasmorgasmic,
Inside she twitches,
Moistened dead flesh,
Pushing against the stitches.

13 Black Candles
She wanted it
She asked for it.
So she got it.
 
Pale flesh awash in lunar rays
Lay across the path
From whence I strayed.
Manticoric with gorgon tongue
Spoke the ancient words
From whence I hung.
 
I long to see the rest
As she beckons me
With frost across her breasts.
She wants to touch my flesh
In the chill wind,
She gives me deathly caress.
 
In that midnight hour
Her eyes burn with blood lust.
Like candy turning sour
Your flesh, it turns to rust.
In the deepest nightmare
When necros like to peep
She, the voice under stairs
Where nymphos like to creep.
 
A princess from a grim fairytale
Studded with chains
And crucifixion nails.
She takes me back to her lair
Lit with 13 black candles
To illuminate features so fair.
 
Soon came thrusting and grinding,
I'm a fly in her web,
My flesh snared in her binding.
On silken sheets she growls
Like a ravening beast
Sheets become death shrouds.
 
In that midnight hour
Her eyes burn with blood lust.
Like candy turning sour
Your flesh, it turns to rust.
In the deepest nightmare
When necros like to peep
She, the voice under stairs
Where nymphos like to creep.
 
She's my phantom mistress
Whom waits beyond gates
Just like a fairytale princess.
A creature of sexual yearning
To snare you in the mist
And set the man to burning.
 
Under her skin things crawl
With unholy purpose
To set your head on the wall.
In this thickening night
With sharpened claws
She'll fuck and take your life.

The Friend in Me

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"Do it.
You won't be hurting a fly.
Cut it.
You'll see that shade of red,
you really like."

        "No I can't,
         I possibly couldn't do such a thing.
         Not just that,
         The stain would be impossibleto wash off
         the flooring"

"Do it.
Before she's fully awaken.
Cut it,
and watch her gasp her last breath as a
little token."

         "Would you shut up?
          That would only make her more scared.
          Her panic will make her gush out
          more of a fake liquidy red."

"Can you control it?
There's a vein throbbing in her neck.
Can You see the green
on her translucent skin.
She's far being wrecked."
   
         "Yet."

"Can you feel it?
She just won't sumbit.
Can you hear it?
The pounding of life she emits"

         "The life that I didn't have.
          The life that was taken away.
          By beautiful bitches such as these.
          right?
          I'm prettier than them now, anyway.
          right?"

"Yes, you are my love.
You've always been so... bewitching.
The dark powers in your DNA
and the dead lives on your hands,
are utterly captivating."

          "I'm gonna do it then.
           After all, she probably comatose from that strike.
           How 'bout you join in, my sweet,
           and watch the beautiful shade of the red
           I really like."

"It'd be my delight"
           
           
           

My Bloody Valentine
 

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Becoming Hers - Day 1  
 
She stared at him  
with her head cocked sideways.  
She stared at him  
for very long.  
She observed every rise  
and fall of his chest,  
his waking groans muted by  
the loud distortion of some Metal song.  
 
       "My heads feels foggy.  
        Where am I?  
        I feel exposed; naked  
        Ropes?  
        Have I been tied?"  
 
She eyes him up,  
and watches as he struggles.  
Every time he moves,  
the rope cuts deeper past the skin.  
His muffled outbursts of pain,  
made her chuckle.  
The satisfaction she feels,  
makes her grin.  
      
       "Why now?  
        Is this my punishment?  
        My smoked-out brain,  
        has impaired my judgement."  
 
His breath is heaving,  
so she heats up the branding iron.  
One that she customize  
on her very own.  
Too bad he couldn't see  
and praise her  
exceptional work.  
 
       "I hear the crackling of fire wood  
        and footstep on soiled ground.  
        Oh God!! I need to get away!  
        But I've been blind folded, and bound!"  
 
She waits; pausing,  
like a predator,  
that's having fun,  
playing with her prey.  
She give one last check  
to be secured.  
And brands him with her iron  
blade.  
 
     "Fuck! The pain!.  
         I suck in breath to scream aloud,  
         but all that comes out is air,  
         feeling myself... passing... out..."  
 
The familiar sounds,  
of sizzling flesh turns her on.  
She presses her weight on  
the iron, to embed the brand.  
She watches as he convulses,  
and trembles in shock,  
yet bending down, she  
to gently places a kiss on his hand.

Awesome, Darker

Lmao i Promise you were the first person that ran through my mind the moment i saw the thread.. I swear. lol.

Fuck it let me throw one in here about fucking my dying mother..

it was
quite the high
as i

slid inside
the

I.C.U.

she
caught my eye
right away

i have always had a thing for

"antiques"

a lil dirt
won't hurt

so i
sneak peek passed
the midnight staff
and

creep into her room..

the scent of sick
"deaths best perfume"

but i
can still feel
a heart beat

as our
bodies meet
beneath the sheets
then i whisper..

"momma wake up..
it's time to eat"

she starts to choke
tryin to speak..

so i cover her mouth
take her down.

turn her out..

the rest i
have to write
behind bars..